Hugh: What the hell kinda clown are you?
Grimm: The crying-on-the-inside kind, I guess.

Loomis: Please God! We need a cab! One lousy fuckin' cab!

Loomis: Is that our plane?
Phyllis: No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.

Loomis: You aren't going to hit me again are you?
Grimm: I haven't hit anybody since I was nine.
Loomis: Yeah, but it was me you hit!

Flight Attendant: Do you think you're late enough?
Grimm: Oh, you must be from around here.

Grimm: Mom?
Rotzinger: This is Rotzinger.
Grimm: Who are you? Where's mom?

Reporter: Sir, is human life at stake?
Loomis: The stink of death was in the air. He said he knew how to make men sit up and bark.
Grimm: Oh, don't exaterate or anything.

Grimm: The main thing is, he's an animal.
Rotzinger: That's much is clear sir.
Grimm: Oh, so I am repeating myself. I guess you want to throw me back in there with him.

Loomis: What, you got shit in your ears!?

Clerk: You here me!? There is a dead man! 38.82. You send a squat car now!

Mafia guy: This ain't my dick in your back.